Dueces

[Verse 1: Los]

Came up from the bottom it ain't nothin' bout my hood sweet

You can stop this ballin' darlin' hope you got some good seats

They be on they bullshit, so I be on my cold shit

I live it up and you ain't slick enough to fuck my old bitch

Haters should salute Los I made it through the loop holes

Looked off by all of you folks but still took off like Badu's clothes

Never lost my cool though, I stack every dollar up

Pull that cherry impala up with my burberry collar up

Lost my pops, lost my cause, lost my deal, lost my mind

I lost marty, he lost his girl, God damn I jus feel lost sometime

Everything that challenge me in some weird way jus balance me

Going through the trenches, I'll show you who your friends is

[Hook: Los & Chris Notez]

Niggas ain't real and bitches be a nuisance

And I don't give em time I jus give em dueces

And I'm rollin with my top down on them haters (dueces)

Pockets full of paper (dueces)

I don't see these niggas I just, I just see em later

Niggas ain't real and bitches me a nuisance

And I don't give em money I just give em dueces

And I'm rollin with my top down on them haters (dueces)

Pockets full of paper (dueces)

I don't see these niggas I just, I just see you later

[Verse 2: Los]

No matter how they view a nigga they gon see my cool side

I ain't trippin my shoes tied, catcha nigga pool side

Better check my resume the homies that I move with

Push a lot of eight balls and never touched a pool stick

Better keep your new chick on a chain and muzzeled up

We walk up in that club I bet them bitches gon' huddle up

Come up with a game plan to be around this fame damn

Now she tellin stories about how she got a lame man

My circle never penetrated, swagga never been de-faded

Niggas get intimidated, bitches get eliminated

I ain't got no problem long as figures gettin genrated

Rumors don't offend me homie can't you see I'm finna make it

Wishin well of wisdom I could take you through the drought

If you gps success it prolly take you to my house

Yea, better learn my swagga everything about me live

Haters suck a dick and die, dueces bitch I'm outty 5

[Hook: Los & Chris Notez]

Niggas ain't real and bitches be a nuisance

And I don't give em time I jus give em dueces

And I'm rollin with my top down on them haters (dueces)

Pockets full of paper (dueces)

I don't see these niggas I just, I just see em later

Niggas ain't real and bitches me a nuisance

And I don't give em money I just give em dueces

And I'm rollin with my top down on them haters (dueces)

Pockets full of paper (dueces)

I don't see these niggas I just, I just see you later